"As the battle continued, Commander Bolt stood next to Nightmare Moon and watched as his troops approached the gate, by this time Canterlot looked like it was burning from the inside out. The continued catapult and grenade attacks started taking its toll on the homes and buildings inside the city. As Commander Bolt watched, he felt nothing but regret. Nightmare Moon could see this regret in his eyes, so she tried to cheer him up, “Soon Commander, this war will end, and you will have a peaceful life once again… by my side.”Commander Bolt continued looking at the city as he replied, “But at what cost?”"

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Once again it took just waaay too long for me to gather the motivation to get this one finished. I seriously need some self-discipline. Other than that, I enjoyed most aspects of this picture, the sky, characters, Canterlot, all the nice little things where you can really push into your own imagination and certain freedom.

I seriously need to refine my mental archive and reference picture folder about environments like this one, where the source of light is rather scarce. Took me a hefty while to balance out the values or different elements.

This is the second great war to be held. The first war was between the first deities of the earth. The war was so great leaving the earth itself broken: unable to orbit it's star or take care of itself. Leaving the magic weilders to care for their broken planet.

In war there is no good... no evil... only soldiers. But when the battlefield moves into our homes, to claim our fathers, mothers, siblings... who then truly wins the war? Those who survive or those who are spared living in a world filled with so much pain?